Dewsong Concert, 12/16/2000, Dreamheart's Summer Concert Series, Half Pint Inn

As transcribed by Mykk Dalys

Special note: the Sorrow Invasion War raged all around Crossing and Zoluren, making it difficult to attend! However, we all appreciated Dewsong's inspiring and morale boosting performance.

It has been 363 years, 257 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.
It is the 7th month of Moliko the Balance in the year of the Crystal Snow Hare.
It is currently fall and it is night.
You think it's somewhere about the Anlas of Asketi's Hunt.

It's raining a downpour.

[Half Pint, Bards' Corner]
In sharp contrast to the Main Saloon and more boisterous reaches of The Half Pint, this quiet chamber is softly lit and tastefully decorated with antique tapestries depicting famed minstrels and legendary troubadours from the annals of Elanthia. The room itself has no tables and chairs, but rather a recessed wooden seating pit with overstuffed cushions scattered about the floor. At the far end is a raised platform with a lectern, a low ottoman and a music stand. You also see a dimly lit arch.

Guest List

Troubadour Dewsong deRosa, an Elothean Bard

Calphos Norwell of Elanthia, a Human
Daerlynn Soulmyste of Elanthia, a Human Bard
Madrigal Espritia Melodics, a Human Bard
Glaerith Daell of Elanthia, a Halfling Moon Mage
Bard D'Zoluren Ilaina De'swan, an Elf
Isembard Isimbard, a Human Bard
Klinara Tannagel of Elanthia, an Elven Bard
Lukka Bloomoth, an Elf
Madrigal Maiyadhin Ajadeem, an Elf
Melissande de-Ceisy, a Human
Mykk Dalys of Elanthia, a Halfling
Rikulf Klastex, a Human
Ruppi Drinkale, a Halfling
Rogue Sapphyr Bright-Eyes of Elanthia, an Elf
Snowgem Iceghost, a Prydaen Empath

Set List

One Fine Day
Sorrow and Crew
Roses the Color of the Night
Glythtide Devotional
The Troubadour
I Love You
The Quiet Time of the Evening
A Bard's History
Play it Loud!

Concert

Your mind hears Daerlynn thinking, "Dewsong will be performing in a few minutes at the Half Pint Inn!! Take a break from the front lines, if you can, and come see a wonderful bard perform!"

Daerlynn says, "Well... I want to welcome everyone here..."
Daerlynn smiles shyly.
Dewsong says, "because of the war, we had to move the concert, were on short notice to gather drinks..."
Dewsong sighs.
Daerlynn says, "I know... there is a war on... but... even in times of war... we need to remember what exactly we are fighting for.."
Daerlynn says, "While there is still Music.. there is Hope..."
Daerlynn exclaims, "For those of you that were at the last concert by Dreamheart... welcome back!!"
Daerlynn says, "This is the second in our concerts... the third will be in a few weeks.."
Daerlynn says, "So...."
Daerlynn says, "Without further ado..."
Daerlynn says, "I know that you are in for a treat.. "
Daerlynn exclaims, "The wonderful.. exquisite, Bard of the Roses... Dewsong DeRosa!"

Dewsong smiles and sweeps his elegantly plumed hat from his brow as he bows to you into an outrageously deep pose, returning it with an exagerated flourish.
Dewsong adjusts his plumed hat.
Dewsong smiles.
Dewsong stands near a music stand.
Dewsong puts his songbook in his travel pack.



Dewsong says, "I want to start things off with one of my older bits... most of you will recognize it..."
Dewsong smiles as he begins plucking out an spritely dancing melody on his rosewood lute.
Dewsong grins.

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "One fine day
     I was a-strumming my lute
     And wandering down the forest way
     With a diggle-dee-hi and and a giggle-dee-ho
          and a figgle-dee-hi-ho-hum!"

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "I met up with a woodland nymph
     She seemed so glad to see me
     But she wasn't much for talking
     And about as much for wearing clothes."

Dewsong winks.

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "For I tell you lads, and I tell you true
     A nymph, she's one of peace's proponents,
     For she never fights, but seduces opponents
     Their violence she'll quell
     As if she was a-casting a spell,
     And lads, oh lads, you should see her material components!"

Dewsong grins.

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "'So, I left her there
     With a rose in her hair
     And you can guess where it came from
     So I wandered down the path again
     Just to see where it would go."

Filled with subtle rhythms and power, a playful tune ripples from Dewsong's rosewood lute.

Dewsong asks, "And what do you suppose I found next?"
Dewsong grins.
Dewsong chuckles.
Dewsong says, "go on, take a guess..."
Dewsong grins.
Daerlynn exclaims, "A satyr!"
Daerlynn giggles.
Dewsong chuckles.
Daerlynn blushes furiously!
Lukka asks, "a wood nymph?"
Maiyadhin says, "well... a mermaid"
Dewsong says, "good guesses but..."

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "I met up with a Ska'Mur mage
     A wonderful lass with a very nice tail
     And gleaming silver scales
     And a giggle-dee-hee and figgle-dee-ho
          and a diggle-hee-ha-ha!"

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "I think she must have known my name
     For she blushed so to see me
     I couldn't bear to stay to long
     For she kept turning my roses funny colors."

Dewsong smiles wanly as he gazes with concerned disdain at a splotchy, molted green blushing rose.

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "'So I wandered down that path again,
     My lute in my hands
     And a song on my lips
     And a figgle-dee-gee and a diggle-dee-ha
          and a giggle-hee-ha-hum!"

Dewsong dances about with his lute.

With a frolicking splash of sound, Dewsong strums a playful tune filled with subtle rhythms and power.

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "But though my lute is very fine
     My soul needs more than mere wine
     I wanted so a love to hold
     But I knew she wasn't in that cold."

Dewsong finishes playing on his rosewood lute.

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "But within my heart I spied her there
     With violet eyes
     And platinum hair
     And with a flute of peach wine."

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "So, I'm sorry lasses
     The truth is told
     I love her so
     And now you know."

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "But don't worry lasses,
     Because we love
     With a love so true,
     There will still always be a rose for you!"

Dewsong smiles and concludes his song with an artful twang of his lute while he gives each woman in the audience a sillily grining pink rose.

You listen with appreciation as Dewsong plays a flashy melody with an elegant stroke of the strings.
Dewsong grins.
Dewsong chuckles.
Dewsong finishes playing on his rosewood lute.



Dewsong says, "for this next song... I think I'll go ahead and acknowledge the mess outside in a way..."
Dewsong says, "I've sung this a few times before... and Sorry keeps trying to have me killed for it... I swear he has no sence of humor..."
Dewsong says, "I need some help with this one..."
Dewsong grins.
Dewsong exclaims, "so join in if you can!"

As Dewsong picks out his rosewood lute, a rapid folk song flies through the air with a blazing glissando.

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "Gather ye round ye poor unhumored mass
     For our blues, Sura's got our cure
     He yamers and spouts without any class
     And he's even funny-looking for sure!"

A chorus of voices join with Dewsong's leading tenor as he sings:

    "Sura's S'lai, what can one say?
     They always kill the sheperds first
     While the Elpalzi take the sheep
     I've never seen one to be a glutten, 
     So why do they all smell of mutton?"

A chorus of voices join with Dewsong's leading tenor as he sings:

    "Hey nonny, nonny, hey!
     Hey, nonny, nonny and a ho! ho! ho!
     Sura and his minion fools,
     Great comic fun for somber folk"

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "That Sadiaer keeps on plotting
     Seems to wish we were more tame
     For me, I'm more for wishing
     That that lad were not so lame."

A chorus of voices join with Dewsong's leading tenor as he sings:

    "Sadi's sword, he says is fierce
     And warns us 'gainst giving irk,
     But lo!  It slips from sheath o'er large
     And we see it's but a tiny dirk!"

A chorus of voices join with Dewsong's leading tenor as he sings:

    "Hey nonny, nonny, hey!
     Hey, nonny, nonny and a ho! ho! ho!
     Sura and his minion fools,
     Great comic fun for scribing bards"

A chorus of voices join with Dewsong's leading tenor as he sings:

    "Parnore's a fine Lieutenant
     A natural born sychophant
     His fashion is not the norm
     Sura hissing, "I said dress UNIFORM!""

A chorus of voices join with Dewsong's leading tenor as he sings:

    "Larisah thought Shartug would make a grand bouncer
     I think his little problem would get in the way
     For every time he's been standing guard,
     Sura's yelled, "Will you stop tugging on your...""

A chorus of voices join with Dewsong's leading tenor as he sings:

    "Hey nonny, nonny, hey!
     Hey, nonny, nonny and a ho! ho! ho!
     Sura and his minion fools,
     Great comic fun for dour Dwarves"

A chorus of voices join with Dewsong's leading tenor as he sings:

    "Prayk sold Sorrow out to us
     Then sold himself right back again
     Sorrow's other lads think with lower head
     And truly call Prayk absent-minded"

A chorus of voices join with Dewsong's leading tenor as he sings:

    "Last and of all things least
     There's Rordan and Tiggy
     But without a bard to grab,
     What are they doing to that piggy!?!"

A chorus of voices join with Dewsong's leading tenor as he sings:

    "Sura and his minion fools,
     Be sure to dodge all their drool
     Hey nonny, nonny, hey!
     Hey, nonny, nonny and a ho! ho! ho!"

(Dewsong concludes his song with a final playful twang on his lute and a great shouted, "Ho!")



Dewsong says, "because some of the idea of this concert series is getting back to older days of performing... I thought I'd sing one of my almost ancient songs... "
Dewsong says, "it's so old, I'd have sworn there was a fourth moon at the time..."
Dewsong grins like an idiot.
With an amazing display of dexterity, a gentle lullaby drifts from Dewsong's rosewood lute.

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "What is this thing called love?
      
     The man at the bar says it's a gamble,
        that it's a game you always lose,
        that if you're going to play, 
           then you'd best get used to drinking alone."

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "The woman across the way knows it's a line,
        that men drop "I love you"'s like bait
          whenever they feel like getting some."

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "The children can't define it,
        maybe they know best.
      
     Maybe."

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "Maybe love is just a lie,
        and lust the only fact."

Dewsong emphatically sings in a tenor voice:

    "No, I could never believe that.
     I have felt the power of love
        and lust is a whimpering thing next to that."

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "I've learned that love is a weeping rose.
        It only cries in the rain,
          where it's safe."

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "I always knew that roses are red,
        but now I know that they're also pink and white.
      
         I've even seen roses the color of the night."

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "I want to love her like a dream,
     But I want it to be real,
     Real for her, real for me,
      
     Real for all the poets lined along the wall,"

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "Real for the man at the bar,
        toasting us with his glass of pain,
         letting hope enter his heart again,"

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "Real for the woman across the way
        unclenching her unlighted cigarette
        As she begins to see
          there's more to love than lust,"

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "There's even more than a
     A rose the color of the night
        crying in the saftey of the rain,"

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "And real for all the children,
        especially the ones we used to be..."

With a graceful potency, Dewsong strums a slow ballad on his rosewood lute.
Dewsong smiles.



Dewsong says, "my first attempt at a devotional piece..."
Dewsong says, "you may recognize the melody..."

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "O when the ram beats his bones,
     O when the donkey strums his lute,
     O Glythtide, I want to be in that band,
      When your animals strut their stuff."

Dewsong grins like an idiot.

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "O when the tarts start to disapear,
     O when the wine flows oh, so free,
     O how I want to play in that band,
      When Glythtide comes to town."

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "O when the bride blushes oh, so fine,
     O when the matron's just a little tipsy,
     O how I want to play that party,
      When Saemaus comes marching in."

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "O when us bards are too drunk to sing,
     O when us bards are too drunk to sing,
     O how I don't want feel that hangover,
      After Saemaus and Glythtide sing!"

With total mastery, Dewsong picks out a rapid folk song with an almost casual power.
Dewsong grins.



Dewsong says, "now... for my next piece... I wanted to clear up some confusion... "
Dewsong asks, "almost everywhere I went, I would get asked, and still do, what is a Troubadour?"
Dewsong says, "so... here's the answer..."
Dewsong grins.

(Dewsong begins to strum a frolicking rhythm on his rosewood lute, grinning slightly as he leads into... )

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "What-ho!
     I am the troubadour
     And I know just what to do"

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "When you're up
     I'll play the happy tunes,
     When you're down
     I'll sing the blues."

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "When you're niether up nor down
     Then I'll just sing and play
     And take you where you want to go."

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "I gotta sing my songs,
     Sing them everywhere,
     For all the happy people
     And the people in despair."

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "So, what's it going to be tonight?
     Songs of my long-lost broken hearts,
     Melodies of my tortured yesterdays?
     Or sweet songs of my cherished wife,
     Tunes of all our bright tommorrows?"

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "No matter what the score
     I can fit the bill.
     May you never know the price..."

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "For I am a troubador
     My heart is for love
     My songs for romance,
     Each and every side of it."

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "I know you long to kiss her,
     She's dreaming of the same
     Tell her about it
     While I play you to happiness."

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "I know you long to lie in his arms,
     He's dreaming of the same
     Tell him about it
     While I sing you to happiness."

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "I am a troubadour
     I am the the one that makes you laugh,
     When you thought you never could again..."

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "I am a troubadour
     I'm the one that lets you cry
     Free and easy, just let it go..."

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "My shoulders' have known more tears
     Than I could ever shed
     For I am a troubadour
     And I know just when to sing, when to joke
     And when to just shut up and hug."

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "I go through kerchiefs
     Like a Ranger spending arrows
     A Trader spreading plats."

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "But who can recall
     Those few days when I,
     I was so weary of it all?"

Dewsong shakes his head.

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "But enough of this sad refrain,
     I'll play an amorous ditty
     And a drunken chorus or two.
     My loss was ever your gain."

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "What-ho!
     I am the troubadour
     And I know just what to do"

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "When you're up
     I'll play the happy tunes,
     When you're down
     I'll sing the blues."

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "And when you're niether up nor down
     Then I'll just sing and play
     And take you where you want to go."

As Dewsong plays his rosewood lute, a flashy melody flies through the air with a rapid crash of chords.



Dewsong says, "now... for the kind of song you all expected to hear... "
Dewsong smiles lovingly into Klinara's eyes as he gently strums his lute, easing a tender melody from its strings...

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "Do you recall
     That warm summer afternoon?
     I remember it so well..."

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "I was waiting for the gondola
     Peach wine in hand
     You were so beautiful,
     And I was there to break your heart"

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "I took you to the Rose,
     And before long we were crying
     But though it took so long to say it,
     Klinara, it's still true,"

Dewsong stares deeply into Klinara's eyes.

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "I love you...
     I need you...
     You are the music of my life
     You are the one that makes it right"

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "Together we roamed the realms
     From mountains to rivers to deep forest glens
     Looking for all it's hidden beauty"

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "But this thing still holds true,
     Nothing can ever compare
     To the smile in your eyes
     When I hear you say"

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "I love you...
     I need you...
     You are the truest part of me
     My own undying rose."

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "On a quiet stretch of beach
     I asked you for your hand
     And our love dawned anew
     The day you wore my ring"

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "And not even that blizzard's deadly snows
     Could chill us on that day
     When we said, "I do...""

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "I love you...
     I need you...
     With all my being, I love you
     And my soul aches to hold you"

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "Now, I've made mistakes
     And sometimes you're just feeling down
     I might not have all the answers,
     But there is one thing that I know..."

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "Whether we're playing music in the bar,
     Hunting gargies by the score,
     Or cuddling close in the night,
     Even when I'm not there to say it,"

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "There is no limit,
     No stopping ground
     Long after forever has passed away,
     I will still love you..."

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "I love you...
     I need you...
     My dearest wife, I need you
     Now and always I love you..."

Dewsong smiles.
Dewsong kisses Klinara. And he doesn't seem to want to stop.
Klinara kisses Dewsong. And she doesn't seem to want to stop.



Dewsong says, "okay... time for an older, but not that old, song..."
Dewsong smiles softly, plucking out a slow melody on his rosewood lute, the notes filled with yearning...
With an amazing display of dexterity, a gentle lullaby drifts from Dewsong's rosewood lute.

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "Gentle music plays
     As I wandered with those familiar souls,
     The wind and the moon in the darkness
     The way it's always been,
     In the quiet time of the evening."

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "It's been so many years,
     So many tears
     Wasted alone
     In the quiet time of the evening."

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "Dear friends making merry,
     Lovers drawing oh, so near...
     Such a beautiful thing,
     That quiet time of the evening."

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "I've seen so many couples,
     I've seen their wondrous dance
     And though I'd longed, I never thought I'd join,
     And dance away the quiet time of the evening."

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "Hearts twirl, souls dip
     Eyes smile so happily
     As two become one
     In the quiet time of the evening."

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "How I've longed,
     How I've yearned,
     I've always dreamt of holding her close
     But my dreams flew on broken wings."

Dewsong smiles lovingly into Klinara's eyes as he begins to play a swelling counter-rhythm, her voice joining his as they sing...

A chorus of voices join with Dewsong's leading tenor as he sings:

    "Then you plunged into my life
     With the smile of a friend,
     Just wanting to help me through it,
     That quiet time of the evening."

Dewsong chuckles.
Klinara giggles.

A chorus of voices join with Dewsong's leading tenor as he sings:

    "You held me close
     You gave me the strength when I faltered,
     And then we kissed
     And my heart nearly burst..."

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "You are my love,
     My one true love
     My dreams pale beneath your touch
     My heart longs to hold you
     Especially in the quiet time of the evening."

Dewsong smiles at Klinara.
Klinara smiles at Dewsong.

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "My love for you is so amazing
     And it's growing every day.
     I never thought I could be this happy
     Surely I couldn't be any happier"

A chorus of voices join with Dewsong's leading tenor as he sings:

    "Then in your arms
     Alone together
     Loving it away,
     That quiet time of the evening."

A chorus of voices join with Dewsong's leading tenor as he sings:

    "But then we came to that beach
     The waves of our love crashing
      
          You asked me for my hand...
      
          And you said yes..."

A chorus of voices join with Dewsong's leading tenor as he sings:

    "Joy
     Beaming love swept through me
     Together
     Now and forever
     For all the quiet times of the evening yet to come.
      
       
     Together..."

Dewsong smiles and kisses Klinara with tender passion as the final resonant chords drift away from his rosewood lute on a gentle breeze that breathes, "I love you..."
Dewsong kisses Klinara. And he doesn't seem to want to stop.
Klinara kisses Dewsong. And she doesn't seem to want to stop.



Dewsong puts his lute in his lute case.
Dewsong gets a rosewood flute from inside his dusty rose pouch.

Dewsong recites:

"In the woods of Leth Deriel, there once stood a beautiful cottage. A bardic home, it was warm and always seemed to be ringing with music of one sort or another..."

Dewsong begins his Bardic performance for his audience.

Dewsong plays a wandering descant on his rosewood flute and the lights grow warmer and the shadows frolic on the walls to the tune.

Floating the notes across the air, an aimless carol wafts from Dewsong's rosewood flute.

Dewsong recites:

"The father sang with a voice so sweet and rich that his songs were surpased only by the pure melodiousness of his wife's, and their duets left all to tremble in wry wonder..."

Dewsong sends your mind back into your dreams with a gentle, easy tune...

You listen with appreciation as Dewsong plays a gentle lullaby with a deft authority.

Dewsong recites:

"Their oldest lad dreamt of the power of a mage, while their daughter longed only to roam the wild woods. And the youngest son, well...
He was rather odd..."

Dewsong recites:

"He discovered the beauty of roses when he was very young, and often wandered in the vast garden of them by this cozy little cottage till late in the evening, far more contemplatingly than a lad of his six years was expected to be able to after thrice that number..."

Dewsong recites:

"But his parents loved him dearly, and only interfered with his musings to bring him coat and cap when the weather warrented..."

Dewsong watches the shadows dance to his playful tune, and simple joy and love radiates from his playing over you...

You listen with appreciation as Dewsong plays a playful folk song with a barely contained joy.

Dewsong recites:

"And life was good, their days were full of the sweet serenity of love and happiness as each worked on their individual dreams and arts..."

Dewsong continues his happy playing, but then a discordant note sends you trembling...

Dewsong casually observes the area.

Dewsong leans forward.

Dewsong recites:

"The father was reasearching a new song when he realised he had uncovered a name that would find a way to bury itself once more...
For he found a name of evil, of darkness black and soulless cold...
He fould them, and they came..."

Dewsong plays a fiercely disgusted chord that spits the name of the Meylo Rensha, the ellusive Elothean house of assassins...

Dewsong sighs.

Dewsong recites:

"But everyone makes mistakes...
The young lad was in their rose garden when he heard the breaking of his father's lute...
When he heard his family's final screams..."

Dewsong recites:

"And the roses protected him, sheltered him from the shadow's blind eyes, for what lad of six would wander a rose garden at night?"

Dewsong takes up his flute again, with a tragic tune that resonates loss, but with an undertone that shivers your spine with a sence of waiting doom...

As Dewsong plays his rosewood flute, a slow ballad floats through the air with a languid virtuosity.

Dewsong recites:

"The morning next, a passing trader heard his cries, a mournful song on the wind, and found the child under the dew-kissed petals of the sheltering roses, and called him such..."

Dewsong's performance continues.
Dewsong finishes playing on his rosewood flute.

Dewsong rises into a happier melody, but that same forboding undertone rivets you to his playing...

Dewsong recites:

"The trader took him away, across the Segoltha to the Crossing, but not to safety, for she knew wealthy patrons willing to pay great fees for the young and alone..."

Dewsong recites:

"But his luck held, and the lad escaped to the streets, where he would learn even more hard lessons..."

Dewsong renews his playing, and forboding chords yeild to melodies that ache with dreary survival...

With a stately procession of sound Dewsong plays a slow ballad on his rosewood flute.

Dewsong recites:

"After a decade of scavenging for an existance, and dreaming of greater things, he was finally able to petition the town for loans they seemed so eager to give away
Give away to everyone but him he started to note..."

Dewsong recites:

"But, fortune still favored the lad, for the great healer Annael looked into his eyes, and saw something there to make her decide against the town council, and thus he learned that threats of empath strikes do have a way of cutting through bureaucratic distastes..."

Dewsong quietly says, "And so, I became a bard."
Dewsong smiles.



Dewsong gets a graceful rosewood lute inlaid with vibrant ruby rose blooms from inside his lute case.
Dewsong says, "okay... I've been told that my time is winding down..."
Dewsong says, "so... I thought I'd end on a..."
Dewsong says, "well, drunken note..."
Dewsong grins like an idiot.
Lukka asks, "bawdy note?"
Dewsong says, "another fairly old song... some of you will know... some of you won't..."
Isembard smiles broadly
Dewsong says, "but... everyone that can sing along should definately do so..."
Dewsong grins like an idiot.
Dewsong says, "some have called this a bardic anthem... I can't imagine why..."
Dewsong grins like an idiot.

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "Sometimes I can't take another ballad
     And I really can't take it sober
     Just play one of those bar tunes
     And pour us some shots
     Make 'em both nice and strong
     'cause it's a long way till dawn."

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "Don't pass me no soulstone
     I don't like my scotch on the rocks.
     Don't tell me about your gods
     'Less they'll get sloshed with me.
      
     Just play that loud drinking music
     'cause you know I'm with that tune."

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "And we'll shake the world
     With our thunderous chorus
     They'll all be a' rocking and a'swaying
     To our loud beats!
      
     As we all proclaim:      "

A chorus of voices join with Dewsong's leading tenor as he sings:

    "Play it loud!
          Gimmie a drink!
     Play it loud!
          Gimmie a drink!"

Dewsong playfully sings in a tenor voice:

    "It nice and loud
     Singing that bold song
     But don't forget the booze
     Or I can't stay long"

A chorus of voices join with Dewsong's leading tenor as he sings:

    "Louder!
     Faster!
     Louder!
     More Liquor!!"

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "Marinated melodies
     Is what I want
     So play it loud
     And pass the rum!"

Dewsong asks, "so how do you want it?"

A chorus of voices join with Dewsong's leading tenor as he sings:

    "Louder!
     Faster!
     Louder!
     More Liquor!!"

Dewsong asks, "what do you want then?"

A chorus of voices join with Dewsong's leading tenor as he sings:

    "Play it loud!
          Gimmie a drink!
     Play it loud!
          Gimmie a drink!"

A chorus of voices join with Dewsong's leading tenor as he sings:

    "Louder!
     Faster!
     Louder!
     More Liquor!!"

Dewsong sings in a tenor voice:

    "The time has come
     To pass the tune
     I really liked singing with you
     But now I got drinking to do!"

Dewsong smiles impishly as he steps away from the stage, drunken roses for all while our song goes on...

With an elegant stroke of the strings, Dewsong plays a flashy melody as you sense a tightly controlled of power.

Dewsong smiles and sweeps his elegantly plumed hat from his brow as he bows to you into an outrageously deep pose, returning it with an exagerated flourish.
Dewsong adjusts his plumed hat.
 

Guest Descriptions


Troubadour Dewsong deRosa, an Elothean Bard.
He has milky blue eyes, shoulder length thick silver hair that is loose, and tanned skin.
He is in his prime for an Elothean.
He is clean shaven.
He is in good shape.

He is holding a weeping rose leather songbook in his right hand.
He is wearing an etched silver medallion, a crystal rose pendant, an elegant plumed hat, a double-wrapped leather sword belt tooled with wandering rose vines, a dusty rose pick, a narrow jade wedding band inlaid with a twining golden rose, a billowing white shirt with pleated ruffs on the collar and cuffs, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a marqueterie copperleaf locket, some rich red pleated wool breeches embroidered with golden lutes and wandering rose vines, a dusty rose pouch, a delicate gold rose ring, a jangling golden hip-chain set with carved ivory roses, a cerulean blue lute case embellished with elaborate gold embroidery, some dusty rose boots, an amethyst engagement ring and a brass-riveted leather travel pack embroidered with golden lutes and wandering rose vines.



Calphos Norwell of Elanthia, a Human.
He has crystal green eyes, short fine dark brown hair that is loose, and fair skin.
He is young for a Human.
He is clean shaven.

He has some faint scars along the right arm, some faint scars along the left arm, minor swelling and bruising around the right leg, some faint scars along the left leg, some faint scars along the right hand, some faint scars along the left hand, tiny scratches to the chest, faint scuffing to the abdomen, faint scuffing to the back, some faint scars along the left eye.
He is in good shape.

He is wearing a S'lai short bow, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a medium shield, a brown hip pouch, a half plate, some plate greaves, a haversack, some gauntlets, a plumed great helm, a gold medallion symbolizing dedication to Everild, a greatsword sheath, a thigh quiver and some steel-toed boots.



Daerlynn Soulmyste of Elanthia, a Human Bard.
She has jade eyes, shoulder length straight brunette hair that is loose, and pale skin.
She is young for a Human.
She is in good shape.

She is wearing a target shield, a sturdy backpack, a chain helm, some chain greaves, some mail gloves, a chain shirt, an ochre and emerald plaid kilt, a delicate white gold wedding ring entwined with a lover's knot cradling a harp, a leaf-green suede garter with criss-crossed laces, a delicate brushed silver armband trimmed with a row of jade glaysker flowers, a Bardic Soul Knot hair-clasp, a lantholite gwethdesuan and a waermodi gwethdesuan.



Madrigal Espritia Melodics, a Human Bard.
She has dark eyes, long curly black hair that is loose, and tanned skin.
She is fairly young for a Human.
She has a tattoo of a fiery red rose with licks of flame for petals on her shoulder.
She is in good shape.

She is holding a goblet of sparkling wine in her right hand.
She is wearing a crimson dragon-painted shield, a leather sheath, some mail gloves, a gleaming chain balaclava, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a delicate brushed silver armband trimmed with a row of jade glaysker flowers, a large sack, a hip pouch, some ring mail, a softly-draped green silk tunic, an embossed quiver, a silk backpack embroidered with a wren sitting on a cat, a carved pick, some scale greaves, a shifting gauze skirt, an ivory-inlaid composite bow, a lasmodi gwethdesuan and a silken green hair ribbon.



Glaerith Daell of Elanthia, a Halfling Moon Mage.
She has crystal green eyes, shoulder length curly black hair that is tousled, and rosy skin.
She is a tartsnatcher for a Halfling.

She has faint scuffing to the head, cuts and bruises about the neck, tiny scratches to the right arm, cuts and bruises about the left arm, a constant twitching in the left arm, faint scuffing to the right leg, faint scuffing to the left leg, faint scuffing to the right hand, faint scuffing to the left hand, faint scuffing to the chest, faint scuffing to the abdomen, faint scuffing to the back, some minor twitching.

She is holding some delectable ambrosia in her right hand.
She is wearing a vivid green satin rosette, a brass ox trinket, a dangling onyx ox charm on a silver chain, a hammered copper ring bearing the crest of the Moon Mage Guild, a glass moon trinket, a tin shadowling trinket, a softly-draped sleeveless white silk tunic, a lightweight green silk bodice with full elbow-length sleeves, a soft midnight blue velvet rune pouch embroidered with silvery stars, a wooden ring carved in the shape of a curled mouse, a woven silver choker sprinkled with dark emerald teardrops, a dark grey messenger's satchel reinforced with thick black leather, a jade green spidersilk skirt with frothy white batiste petticoats and a diminutive cambrinth welkin.



Bard D'Zoluren Ilaina De'swan, an Elf.
She has dark eyes, very long wavy golden hair that is loose, and fair skin.
She is young for an Elf.
She is in good shape.

She is holding a large wicker basket in her right hand and a glass of chocolate milk in her left.
She is wearing a scarlet armband imprinted with a silver gladiola, black leather mask glinting with obsidian beads, a delicate gladiolus pin sprinkled with crystal dust, an enveloping black velvet cloak clasped at the shoulders with carved onyx swans, some black battle leathers clasped with silver wrist guards, a slender platinum hip chain beaded with dark crystals, some jet black leather pants, some jet black boots with pointed steel toe caps embedded with onyx swans, a platinum ring set with a large onyx stone bearing the crest of the Bard's Guild, a hip purse, a blackwood instrument case with etched platinum buckles, a kyanite gwethdesuan and a jadeite gwethdesuan.



Isembard Isimbard, a Human Bard.
He has ale-brown eyes, shoulder length straight golden brown hair that is loose, and tanned skin.
He is fairly young for a Human.
He is clean shaven.
He is in good shape.

He is holding a glass of honey nectar cordial in his right hand.
He is wearing a lapis lazuli wren charm, a blue medium case, a thigh pouch, a smoky topaz ogre bauble, a lavender blue ear-stud, some polished black leather boots with gold-trimmed leather tassels, a lavender blue neckband, a lavender leather sheath, a tiny nightingale charm, a hip pouch, a carved dragon-engraved pick, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a sturdy black backpack, a thigh quiver dyed in a brown and green camouflage pattern, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a strong leather shield, some copper pin-striped trousers, some tawny gold buckskin leathers and a maple short bow.



Klinara Tannagel of Elanthia, an Elven Bard.
She has violet eyes, long thick platinum hair that is loose, and fair skin.
She is young for an Elf.
She is in good shape.

She is holding a glass of sparkling red wine in her right hand.
She is wearing a waermodi gwethdesuan, some Fae robes of iridescent silk ending in a long train, a delicate gold rose ring, a light violet harness, some interlocking gold heart earrings, a delicate gold necklace with a small flute charm, a heart-shaped golden locket, a heavy gold ankle-chain from which dangle dozens of colorful glass charms, a hand-stitched traveler's pack, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a lantholite gwethdesuan, a sjatmal gwethdesuan, a long leather pouch cinched with a silver ram's head on a rawhide thong, a dark crimson spidersilk hip pouch clasped with a silver wren charm, a silky white blouse, a soft rose tapestry skirt trimmed with deeply knotted fringe, some pale lilac boots, an amethyst engagement ring, a jangling golden hip-chain set with carved ivory roses, a deep violet garter with silvery silk ribbons, a narrow jade wedding band inlaid with a twining golden rose, an amethyst velvet surcoat embroidered with white Therengian roses, a sparkling bracelet set with heart-shaped diamonds, some silver silk stockings, a colorful satin rosette, a sprig of apple blossoms and a black leather hand-tooled highwayman's belt.



Lukka Bloomoth, an Elf.
She has one crystal blue eye and one crystal green eye, long wavy honey hair that is loose, and tanned skin.
She is young for an Elf.
She is in good shape.

She is holding some bones in her right hand.
She is wearing a sjatmal gwethdesuan, some mail gloves, a black leather mask, some leathers, some slippers and a sturdy backpack.



Madrigal Maiyadhin Ajadeem, an Elf.
She has dark eyes, long curly dark brown hair that is tied back, and copper skin.
She is young for an Elf.

She has an occasional twitching in the neck, an occasional twitching in the left arm, minor scarring along the right leg, an occasional twitching in the left eye.

She is wearing a composite bow, a bascinet helm, a dagger sheath, a carved pick, a greatsword sheath, an embossed quiver, a purple thigh pouch, a silvered chain coverall, a royal blue scarfed blouse, some riding boots, a delicate white gold wedding ring entwined with a lover's knot cradling a harp, a pair of dark blue pants with a thin dusty rose colored stripe down the side, some Bardic Soul Knot earrings, a sapphire wren armband, a silver catkin chain, a cape, a black hip pouch and a black medium suede case.



Melissande de-Ceisy, a Human.
She has jade eyes, very long curly auburn hair that is loose, and fair skin.
She is young for a Human.
She has a tattoo of a whimsical wren perched on a golden gauntlet surrounded by emerald musical notes on her thigh.

She has some tiny scars across the left arm, some tiny scars across the left leg, tiny scratches to the right hand, minor swelling and bruising in the chest area, an occasional twitching in the chest area, some tiny scars across the abdomen.

She is wearing some leathers, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a kyanite gwethdesuan, a monogrammed leather weapons harness, a billowing emerald green spidersilk cloak clasped with a gold and emerald wren, a light green albredine ring, a green gem pouch, some gold thigh boots, an elegant spidersilk traveler's backpack, a deep green leather mask decorated with tiny feathers, some tasseled leather gloves, a thigh quiver and an oak short bow.



Mykk Dalys of Elanthia, a Halfling.
You have blue eyes, short wavy black hair that is loose, and tanned skin.
You are clean shaven.
You are in good shape.

You are holding a slice of wedding cake in your right hand.
You are wearing some hunting leathers, a leather weapon harness, a willow backpack, a jadeite gwethdesuan and a kyanite gwethdesuan.



Rikulf Klastex, a Human.
He has crystal blue eyes, very long straight red hair that is unkempt, and fair skin.
He is young for a Human.
He is clean shaven.
He has a tattoo of various markings and lines which appear to form a map on his back.
He is in good shape.

He is holding a broadsword in his right hand.
He is wearing an ebony short bow, a waermodi gwethdesuan, a backpack, a lantholite gwethdesuan, a sheath, a smokey black satin rosette, a golden wedding band with intricate etching, a dark silk sash embroidered with the crest of Zoluren, an embossed quiver, a reinforced cuirbouilli coat, a darkened chain balaclava adorned with an iron dragon circlet, some black scale gauntlets with ornamental silvered talons extending from the fingertips and some chain greaves.



Ruppi Drinkale, a Halfling.
He has green eyes, short straight golden brown hair that is loose, and rosy skin.
He is a whippersnapper for a Halfling.
He has a long, narrow elegantly trimmed goatee.
He has a tattoo of a swirling braid of black and purple encircling his wrist. Above that a majestic ram's horn spirals up on his forearm.

He has some minor twitching.

He is wearing a deep black linen khandur with a high side-buttoned collar and seams of silver figured silk, an iron-banded leather helm with a depending segmented neck guard and some black gauntlets.



Rogue Sapphyr Bright-Eyes of Elanthia, an Elf.
He has crystal blue eyes, shoulder length straight golden hair that is tied back, and fair skin.
He is young for an Elf.
He is clean shaven.
He is in good shape.

He is holding a glass of chocolate milk in his right hand.
He is wearing a forester's bow, a cambrinth ring, a golden wire pendant twisted to form a spiral cradling a glass sphere, a silver kathla of ten expertly enameled plates that depict events surrounding the life of Hodierna, a cambrinth ring, a cerulean blue swordsman's shirt with golden foliate embroidery on the cuffs, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, a white silk tabard woven in silver with the emblem of the unicorn of Hodierna, an azure belted leather baldric fitted with a burnished silver crescent moon buckle, a cambrinth ring, some supple amber-hued leather boots embossed with white dragons, an ebonwood wristcuff with a sapphire-eyed ebony panther, a sturdy deep azure traveler's pack depicting an elaborate nocturne, a ice blue cloak with a mountain scene painted on the back, some cerulean blue dueling pants embroidered in gold with wandering vines around the waist and cuffs, a suede gem pouch, some azurine padded hunters, a lockpick case with a detailed painting of the western mountains, a lantholite gwethdesuan, some misty grey gloves and an ebon-hued hood.



Snowgem Iceghost, a Prydaen Empath.
She has cat-slitted jade eyes, a very long thick white mane that is tousled, and white fur with silver points and silver stripes.
She is young for a Prydaen.

She has a constant twitching in the right leg, some faint scars along the right hand, some faint scars along the chest, some faint scars along the abdomen, minor scars across the right eye, some faint scars along the left eye, cuts and bruises about the tail.

She is wearing a snarling white snowbeast mask, some pure white fur-lined leathers, a lasmodi gwethdesuan, an ornate ivory collar laced with dangling pearl cat charms, a golden empath earring that displays glowing hands gently clasping a small night-blue sapphire, a snow white backpack, a diamond-inset hairpin, a diamond band, some pure white fur-lined boots, a pure white velvet garter with silver buckles, a diamond choker, a hammered silver epaulet chased with the crest of the Empath's Guild, a dented silver cloak pin inset with a crimson glass gauntlet, a lumpy bundle, a pristine white greatcloak trimmed with tufted snowbeast fur and emblazoned with a rampant golden lion and some pure white fur-lined gloves.

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